My First Single Life (Part 3)

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After that mature woman drained me dry, I behaved myself for almost a week, but soon I couldn't control myself anymore. I guess many of you have had the same experience as me: after doing it, you think, "What's the big deal? It's nothing special." But when the desire comes, you just can't control your impulses.
That experience with the three of us is still vivid in my mind, but as a single man, I don't often have the opportunity to participate in such games. Everyone had a great time, but the more people involved, the easier it is to be exposed. I think they understood this principle, so we all stopped contacting each other for a considerable period of time. My target then shifted to single women aged 30-45.
Women in this age group generally have stable jobs and families, but their married lives tend to become increasingly mundane. Their husbands, due to work or career pressures, are less attentive, and their sex life becomes less exciting as men age and their abilities decline. Therefore, if they harbor any loneliness or desire deep down, and with a little sweet talk and manipulation, it's easy to get them to sleep with younger men. The woman from a few days ago is a typical example of this type of woman. In her daily life, she is bound by traditional values and behaves in a very proper and conventional way. However, the loneliness of life is constantly eroding her soul. Coupled with the influence of societal values that emphasize enjoying life, deep down she yearns to experience different lives and different thrills. If a man appears in front of her and guarantees that this "game" won't affect her life, she is happy to accept it.
Imagine if you could guarantee that only you know about something, and if you don't tell anyone, who else would know? Wouldn't that be equivalent to it never happening? Clearly, she agrees with my point of view. Otherwise, how could this have happened?
Saturday morning, although I slept in, I lingered in bed, reluctant to get up. My penis, which always perks up every morning, was still proudly erect. After lying in bed lost in thought for a while, I finally got up, turned on the computer, and went online. I generally don't like making phone calls in the dorm, partly because I'm afraid my classmates will hear, so I try to contact people online as much as possible and don't let online friends call me casually.
Coincidentally, she was there too, and she was just as eager as I was. We hit it off immediately and agreed to meet at her place.
It was a relatively old neighborhood, but still very clean. It looked like a school dormitory building, but I had my doubts. Oh well, whatever. After wandering around for a bit, I quickly arrived at her building. It was a five-story building, and she lived on the third floor. I could already see her window, and that woman was in the room inside that window. What was she doing? I suddenly realized I was just making trouble for myself. What was the point of thinking so much? I'll go up and figure it out. But to be honest, I was still a little worried, after all, it was like sneaking into someone else's home for a tryst, haha.
I arrived at her door quickly, knocked gently, and as the security door clicked, she appeared before me, wearing pajamas and with her hair down, though she didn't look like she had just woken up.
I hurried into her spacious living room, which was bright and airy—the kind of large three-bedroom apartment. The rooms were very tidy; after all, she was a woman. I thought that if a man lived alone, the rooms probably wouldn't be so clean.
She led me to her bathroom, pointed out towels and other items, and then turned and left. Her bathroom was quite impressive. I really felt sorry for her; it was such a waste for a woman to live alone in such a nice house. Haha, but I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to get myself cleaned up quickly.
Just as I was taking a shower, she suddenly appeared in the doorway. I pulled her over, and she sat down on the edge of the bathtub, took the soap, and started lathering me up and down—mainly there, of course, mainly her private parts, so slippery.
My penis was erect between her legs, rubbing against her. I splashed hot water on her body, and her soft buttocks sat perfectly on my hips, rubbing back and forth—it felt wonderful.
I grasped her two large, soft breasts and kneaded them. A mature woman is a mature woman; she gets aroused quickly, and soon she was moaning. I started kneading her vagina, that spot being a woman's sensitive spot. It must have felt amazing; her previously upright body trembled as she leaned against me, allowing me to slip my hand inside. It
was already wet and warm inside; I couldn't tell if it was the bathwater or her vaginal fluids.
She pulled my hand away, straightened her back using both hands to support herself on the bathtub, and straddled the sides of the tub. I assisted her as I entered her. The moment I entered, I could hear a low moan from deep within her body, "Mmm... Ah." I took advantage of this, thrusting my body into her from below. She moaned loudly, which was my clarion call to action. I gave her even more forcefully.
After a while, she got up, turned around, and faced me. I don't know why, but I didn't like this face-to-face position. Maybe I didn't like seeing the wrinkles on her face, or maybe I felt it was awkward. But I didn't object. This made it easier for me to caress her breasts and tease her nipples from time to time. Obviously, this excited her more, because her moans became louder. Suddenly, she leaned down and said to me, "Tell me when you're about to cum, I want to eat."
After thrusting in this position dozens of times, I still wasn't satisfied. So I had her get up, stand outside the bathtub, bend over, hold onto the edge of the tub with both hands, lower her body as much as possible, and stick her buttocks up. This way, her genitals were completely exposed to me from behind. I thrust in forcefully. This position made it easier to enter and convenient to thrust in and out. I held her buttocks with both hands and pushed back and forth, the friction was very effective, and I could feel that she was also very stimulated, constantly moaning, and occasionally raising her hands to rub her breasts. I also occasionally leaned down and lay on her back, rubbing her breasts with both hands. It lasted about 5 minutes. At first, I thrust slowly, then gradually increased the speed, and finally I didn't even know what the frequency was. We were both immersed in pleasure and couldn't extricate ourselves.
Her moans grew louder and louder, and I groaned along with them. Finally, the pent-up pleasure erupted, spreading throughout my body. I thrust hard, gripping her waist with both hands, and ejaculated deep inside her. After a wave of pleasurable spasms, I collapsed wearily onto her. Her body was still trembling with pleasure, and she squeezed my lower body tighter and tighter, as if she didn't want me to come. We cuddled like that for a while, then I gently withdrew, turned on the hot water, and rinsed off. She then lay in the bathtub, closing her eyes to rest.
After getting dressed, I went to the living room. My principle is not to linger unnecessarily and to avoid trouble, so I left after getting dressed and saying goodbye.

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